In honor of Taker and the phenomenal match he had at WM27, here's a long overdue update to this story!
Witness Protection
Disclaimer: I own nothing except the OC's. All WWE personalities are owned by the individuals portrayed and/or by WWE.
Rating: M to be safe.
Summary: Annette Turner and her infant son Matthew are on the run from a madman intent on killing them and who better to protect them than the Undertaker?
Chapter 3
A few days later, Wrestlemania was over, as were the Smackdown tapings and Mark was on his way to Florida to pick up Annette and Matthew for the trip to Texas. The flight from Atlanta to Tampa was a short one and after getting his luggage, Mark hailed a cab for the ride to his house. As he got close, he called Annette. "Hey, it's Mark. I'm almost there. Can you watch for my cab and open the gate when I get there?"
"Sure." Annette said as she got up from her place on the couch and headed to the front door to watch for Mark to arrive. A few minutes later, she saw the cab approach the gate. She used the keypad near the door to open the gate. The cab pulled in and let Mark out. After collecting his luggage, he paid the driver and came inside and the cab pulled away. After re-locking the gate, Annette opened the door and let Mark inside. "How was the trip?"
"Not bad. Tons of fans at the airport, but I expected that. How are you and Matthew doing?"
"Fine. He still whines for you, so I've kept him busy watching your DVDs while he plays, and he watched Mania with me."
"You let him stay up for the whole show?" Mark asked in surprise.
"Yeah, he wouldn't have gone to bed if I tried to put him down. They kept advertising your match throughout the show, so he would have pitched a fit if I didn't let him stay up to see it."
"He really is a big fan, isn't he?" Mark said with a laugh.
"Yeah, he is. I can't wait to see his reaction when he wakes up in the morning and sees you here."
"What time does he get up?"
"Usually around 9:30."
"I'll be up by then. Well, not to be rude, but I'm exhausted and it's after 3AM, so I'm going to bed. Are you going up as well?"
"As soon as I turn off the lights and double check the locks." Annette told him.
"I'll help you and we can walk up together." Mark said.
"That's ok, I can do it. Go ahead and take your bags up and get some sleep. I'll only be a few minutes." Annette said. Mark shook his head no and started turning off the lights and checking the doors and windows to make sure they were locked. Annette rolled her eyes at his back and proceeded to check the front door and set the alarm system. Once everything was secure, they went upstairs and said goodnight in the hallway before going into their respective rooms for the night.
The next morning, Annette got up early and showered and dressed before either Matthew or Mark woke up. After making sure she had all of her things packed, she went to the kitchen to start breakfast so it would be ready when they got up. She started frying some ground sausage to make gravy with and mixed up her special made from scratch biscuits before turning her attention to making her egg, ham, broccoli, and cheese casserole. Once the casserole was in the oven, she started making fresh squeezed orange juice. After putting the juice in the fridge to keep cold, she put the biscuits in the oven and made the gravy. When the casserole and biscuits were done a few minutes later, she turned the oven off and slipped the gravy inside to keep warm while she went to get Mark up. As she walked upstairs, she heard Matthew chattering away about "My Take". When she got to his room, Mark was in there getting him dressed. "I didn't know you were up." Annette said.
"I woke up just before he did, so I came in to get him up since you were cooking. I hope you don't mind."
"Not at all. What was his reaction to seeing you?"
"He started jumping up and down and reaching for me while he said 'My Take, me up!' I took that to mean he wanted me to get him out of bed."
"Yeah, that's what he was asking for. Thanks for getting him dressed. Breakfast is ready when you are."
"We're coming." Mark said as he picked Matthew up.
While Mark got Matthew secured in the high chair, Annette got the food out of the oven and on the table. She fixed Matthew a plate with a biscuit and some egg casserole that she chopped up so he wouldn't choke on it before fixing her own plate. Mark piled his plate high with food and dug in. "This is really good. Thanks for cooking, you didn't have to, you know."
"I like to cook, and besides, we had to use the food up before we leave." Annette said as she began eating. When the meal was finished, Mark volunteered to clean up the kitchen while Annette got Matthew ready to go. An hour later, they had everything loaded into the rental and were on the way to Texas.
To Mark and Annette's relief, the trip was fairly painless. Whenever they stopped for gas or food, Mark would go inside the stores or restaurants alone and bring whatever Annette and Matthew needed to them. The only time Annette went in anywhere, it was to use the bathroom, and she was always heavily disguised. They drove straight through and were able to make the trip in record time. By late evening, they were pulling in the long driveway leading up to Mark's ranch in Texas.
